The Faded Frequency
14 October 1912 The chandeliers in the Ministry of Trade’s grand hall were not merely bright; they were aggressive, a blinding white that seemed to scour the color from the faces of the men who had once called me colleague. I stood at the center of the dais, my hands clasped so tightly before me that the leather of my old ledger, which I had brought with me as a talisman of service, creaked...
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